I see you being
all of yourself, and
it pulls me toward
something I can’t yet place
with words
—grateful.
It is there in my heart
on repeat:
The difference, the
agonising struggle,
bright lights,
loud noises,
the feeling upside down
in spite of myself
—the knowing.
Before it’s official,
I’m quiet—
or rather
I have no energy left
for words.
No energy left
to quell the unease, let
alone explore
this universe with
—my voice.
This poem is a small part of my ongoing writing as I’ve worked my way through to an understanding of my diagnoses of autism and ADHD over the past couple of years.
The photo above was taken while engaging with the Archive of mind artwork in Sydney this month.
I was struck by how calming it felt to sit with everyone’s collective thoughts and meditations, despite the sheer number of them. This is continuing to help me in my ongoing practise of making and sharing (and managing?) my own innumerable thoughts.
There is coherence when I engage both my words and my hands in the process of making sense.
Here’s to noticing—
Emma
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